One should never mock the weather gods in New England. Even if they happen to have blue hair and weigh in at half a ton. Even after tax day you are never safe from snow until the Fourth of July (or is it Juneteenth now?).
And the worst part about it is that even though it’ll mostly melt later on today I have to clear the driveway to allow for safe passage of guests today. Bring out the snow shovel. Oh my aching back. Damn you fat weather girls wherever you are.
Well, I don’t take back a single word of it. If I’m going to have unearthly weather; snow in the summer or flaming meteors of bitumen I want it announced by a cheerful pretty woman who will gracefully point at the green screen and smile her blinding white smile.
So I finished my shoveling and decided to take a few photos of the weirdness.
Now you see it, and now you don’t
To: Former President Donald J. Trump, Senator Josh Hawley, Senator Ted Cruz, Senator Rand Paul, Senator Tom Cotton, Governor Ron DeSantis, Governor Kristi Noem, Mr. Mike Pompeo, Mr. Donald Trump Jr., Mr. Tucker Carlson
I am writing this open letter to you powerful and hopefully conservative leaders in the hope that somehow it will find its way to you in the real world. I am not sure that all of you really are on our side and I’m also sure that I’ve left out many conservative leaders that are out there. But if this message gets through to any of you and you actually find my message important then you have more chance of spreading this information to the rest of the conservative leaders than I do.
And my message is that unless you all organize some kind of effective message to the conservative people of this country very soon it will be too late. And that’s not hyperbole. The Left is torturing us in every facet of our existence.
They torture us at work with their various trainings. We get sensitivity training for racial identity, sexual identity, gender identity. We get lectured on equity which is just another name for anti-white discrimination. Now we even get safety training to rat out our friends who say the “wrong” things.
They torture us if we try to watch entertainment. We have to have overpaid steroid users kneeling during the national anthem while the airheaded “sports analysts” tell us how brave they are to do it. Every movie and every tv show and even every commercial trumpets the BLM mantra that America is an abomination saturated with systemic racism. The stupidest people in the world, actors and actresses, line up to preach to us about how evil we are. They’ve even invented a name for it, white privilege.
They torture our children in every school from nursery school all the way through graduate school. And if they don’t toe the line, they won’t get to use their hyper-expensive degrees. They turn them against their parents and ancestors and make them hate the very civilization that created the world that provides all the advantages that everybody takes for granted.
They torture us on-line where they harass and de-platform normal people who want to communicate with the rest of the world. They will not only de-platform you but they will pressure banks and payment processors to boycott your business. They’ll even contact your employer and get you fired from your job. And Silicon Valley acts as a giant echo chamber that gaslights us and even worse, silences us in their search engines and advertising algorithms.
They torture us by making and selectively enforcing laws against us. They’ll celebrate the rioting and murder committed by BLM and Antifa but they’ll prosecute to absurd levels anything that is done by the Right. Now they are ramping up their surveillance and prosecution campaign using the bogeyman of “white supremacist terror.” They punish free speech and they are attempting to invalidate the second amendment by criminalizing guns.
They torture us by encouraging illegal immigration and by exporting all our jobs. And now Silicon Valley has finished the job by killing the retail businesses with Amazon. I won’t even bother to discuss COVID and the horrors they’ve inflicted on us for that.
They’ve made our lives hell but other than President Trump’s term in office you’ve all done nothing. In the last four years there was a glimmer of hope. That’s been extinguished. And most real conservatives living in blue states are close to giving up permanently. I have many friends who were outspoken champions of the Right but after the 2020 election and its aftermath have told me they don’t think there is anyone on the Right that has any fight in them at all. If you tell them that we must form a resistance they say, “Leave me alone, don’t waste my time, let me go and enjoy my life as well as I can.” So, if you hope to do something about taking back this country from the Left you all better sit down together in one room and put together an action plan that includes more than talk.
You want to be the leaders of the Right, so lead! You had better put together a party or corporation to rally the conservatives. It can’t be the Republican party because they are useless. Their “big tent” includes squishes like McConnell and Cheney and countless others who wouldn’t know a conservative principle if it walked up to them and punched them in the nose. And I’m not asking all the Republicans to leave the party. It’s irrelevant. We need an organization that’s just for social conservatives, people who believe in the Bill of Rights, who believe in God and country. A good test is anyone who thinks that the BLM riots were justified doesn’t belong in this group.
Put together an organization and come up with some goals. Speak to us tell us what you plan to do. Give us hope. Give us something to buy into and support that isn’t just us funding your stupid re-election funds! Build something that we can benefit from. Find some billionaires on our side and have them build some platforms for us. Have our own Facebook, our own PayPal and while you’re at it have them open our own bank. You could get 75,000,000 customers and who knows one day you might have your own Google, YouTube and Amazon also. Buy a bunch of expensive lawyers and start suing our enemies in every court in the land. Sue Google, Facebook, Twitter, PayPal and all the banks and other corporations that have been de-platforming and firing people for absolutely no legal reason at all.
And I’m no business genius. I am aware that it takes business savvy and experience to do this. But if there is no one on our side smart enough to figure out how to monetize 75,000,000 angry consumers then we deserve to lose. Give these people a way to channel their anger and they will be glad to pay a little bit to have an organization of their own.
But you had better do it soon. People can’t hold out forever. They need hope and they want something to believe in. Come up with a plan and put it in front of the Right and they will follow you. Dawdle around and there won’t be anything left. If you are leaders then lead. If you’re not then just put out a statement that there is no hope and you’re outmatched. Then we can decide how to make the best of our lives somewhere else.
New York City – WW I Monument
One Hundred Seventh Infantry Memorial
Sculptor Karl Illava (1896–1954) created this dynamic bronze figural group depicting seven larger-than-life-sized World War I foot soldiers in battle. The piece, set on a massive stepped granite platform designed by architects Rogers and Haneman, was donated by the Seventh Regiment New York 107th United Infantry Memorial Committee and was dedicated September 27, 1927. Taking advantage of its position at the end of East 67th Street at Fifth Avenue, Illava’s “doughboys” are in active poses, advancing from the wooded thicket bordering Central Park, as if mounting a charge. Illava drew from his own experience serving as a sergeant with the 107th, and even used his own hands as models for the soldiers’ hands.
One Hundred Seventh Infantry Memorial Details
- Location: Fifth Avenue at 67th Street
- Sculptor: Karl Morningstar Illava
- Architect: Rogers & Haneman
- Description: Group of seven figures (over life-size) with integral plinth, on a pedestal
- Materials: Bronze, North Jay granite
- Dimensions: Group H: 9’11” W: 15’8′ D: 10′; Pedestal H: 7’7″ W: 32’8″
- Cast: 1927
- Dedicated: September 29, 1927
- Foundry: Fond. G. Vignali, Firenze
- Donor: 7th Regiment and 107th Infantry Memorial Committee
- Inscription: SEVENTH REGIMENT NEW YORK / ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH UNITED INFANTRY / 1917 IN MEMORIAM 1918
Money is in some respects like fire; it is a very excellent servant but a terrible master.
Phineas T. Barnum
A few weeks back when I was lamenting the end of summer I wondered if the wolf’s bane would finally bloom this year. Well, we had a warm snap and right on schedule the wolf’s bane bloomed.
If you look at the bottom of the plant in the last photo you can see that the leaves have almost all died. So this really is the last gasp of summer.
But bring on the fall and let the holidays begin.
Angelo Codevilla is one of the deep thinkers over at the Claremont Institute and I’ve been following his writings since 2016 when he and Michael Anton were sounding the alarm that the American Republic was about to be euthanized by the Clinton/Obama crime family. In this sizable (8,000+ words!) essay he comprehensively lays out his explanation of how we got where we are and what we will have to do going forward if we hope to recover some of our freedoms. He is pretty pessimistic about our chances and rightly so I think. Anyway this is a pretty deep dive and he goes over a lot of things that we all are aware of but from his own way of looking at it. I eat this stuff up. Your mileage may vary.
Star Trek – The Original Series – Complete Series Review – Season 2 Episode 17 – A Piece of the Action
Another comedic episode! The Enterprise travels to a world that was visited a century earlier by an early human space vessel that never returned to Earth. And since the world is almost a hundred light years from Earth, the radio messages from the original flight have just reached Earth. Now Kirk must determine whether the earlier contact has had any detrimental impact on the inhabitants.
They contact the planet and are instructed by a local leader named Bela Oxmyx where to transport for a meeting. When Kirk, Spock and McCoy arrive they are taken prisoner by Oxmyx’s men who are dressed as prohibition-era gangsters and armed with Thompson machine guns. While traveling to Oxmyx’s office they are waylaid by a carload of rival gangsters who spray machine gun fire at them. We are shown that this world is a replica of 1920’s America and organized as a constant war of gangs fighting it out for supremacy. When they get to Oxmyx’s headquarters we find out that the earlier ship had left a book on 1920’s gang history and the inhabitants of this world have adopted it as a textbook on how to organize their society. Oxmyx demands that Kirk provide him with a supply of phasers to allow him to conquer all his enemies and take over the whole planet. Kirk refuses and the three of them are taken prisoner.
After that the story is a series of escapes and captures by Kirk, Spock and McCoy from Oxmyx and his rival, Jojo Krako, as they attempt to figure out a plan to repair the damage done to this world’s culture. Eventually by using a show of force with the Enterprise’s phaser weapon set on a wide area stun setting Kirk convinces the mob bosses that they are outmatched and must knuckle under to the Federation. He sets up Oxmyx as the head boss with Krako as his lieutenant and ends the violence between the gangs. And to make it seems legitimate to these criminals he demands 40% of the “action” from the mobsters that will be collected annually by a Starfleet vessel.
Alright so that’s the plot but it’s just an excuse for a costume farce. And as that it’s enjoyable and somewhat funny. Once Kirk figures out that he’ll have to deal with the gangsters on their own terms he adopts an awful New York accent and starts using the gangster slang. “We’ll put the bag on Krako;” “put him on ice;” “we won’t give you the heaters;” and “we’ll give you a piece of the action.” Once he adopts this persona, even stealing some clothes from the mobsters for himself and Spock, Kirk (Shatner) hams it up and even attempts to get Spock to talk the slang with limited success. And, of course, these slips by Spock are for laughs which actually work. Later on, we get Spock critiquing Kirk’s lack of skill driving a manual transmission automobile, which is also kind of funny. And the other bit is Kirk trying to convey instructions to Scotty over the communicator in this patois. Inevitably he has to translate it into normal English for Scotty. But when Scotty finally has one of the mob bosses on the Enterprise, he attempts to use some computer-based research into the period slang by threatening the boss with a pair of concrete galoshes. The mob boss looks contemptuous and asks him if he means cement overshoes. Scotty looks crestfallen but gives him his Scottish “aye.”
As I’ve made clear previously, I consider any Star Trek episode that plays it for laughs as a welcome change. When the characters are actually allowed to make their characters somewhat three-dimensional it provides something to keep our interest. Nimoy playing Spock playing a gangster is probably as good as Spock is going to get. Even the very end of the episode goes for laughs. Back on the ship McCoy admits that he lost his communicator on the planet. Kirk acts alarmed and says based on this race’s cleverness at reverse engineering things eventually they would come after the Federation and “want a piece of our action!” There is a fair amount of “Bowery Boys” style fight scenes that give Shatner a chance to embarrass himself but this episode is basically rated based on the success of the comedy.
I’ll call this an 8 // 4.
I have said that I do not want to see an actual civil war, because Americans are insensate fighters when aroused. Ever since the mightiest, best-trained and disciplined army and navy on earth, bolstered by thousands of German mercenaries, got their asses handed to them by a pack of libertarian farmers and fishermen with outdated hunting equipment, nobody has really had the mastery of the Americans. Something in our mongrel ancestry, perhaps. But whatever the reason, nobody cares to go toe to toe with America. People may count Vietnam as a loss but it was a political loss. The military won all the battles and could have easily defeated North Vietnam, paved it, painted it and given it to China as a parking lot. All that stopped us was political will. Politics is our great weakness. But toss out politics, cry havoc and lose the dogs of war and Americans are a terrible foe.
Our worst war for casualties was when we fought ourselves. It would be again. I admit it would be a rather short war unless the US military somehow was convinced to step in, then it would take longer but the outcome would be the same. If the left wants death, they can have it. But it will be theirs.
When the protesters tried a march in our small city (the county seat and about 15,000 people). They behaved. First, the police would not kneel to them when asked. Second, openly armed citizens (including me) kept an eye on the parade and protesters. They could see our pistols and ARs. The armed citizens provoked nothing. We were there to answer any trouble, not cause it. When the second protest was scheduled, they asked the police to restrain people from openly carrying arms. The police declined and the march was cancelled.
I would regret seeing an open civil war breaking out. Americans on Americans is not a nice scenario. All other armies who thought we’d be pushovers found out quickly that was not so. The Japanese found out in WWII that American Marines were more than a match for them, either one-on-one or as a unit. The Germans found out the same when facing Patton. The Chinese found out when we fought them back to the 38th parallel. The VC and North Vietnamese never won a battle against US forces. Saddam’s 4th largest army on earth found out when the US military went through them, twice, like a .50 caliber bullet through tin foil. Every time the Taliban and Al Qaeda attack US forces in Afghanistan they come off on the worst end of the fight. The casualty count is estimated to be well over 1,000 to 1 in our favor. Islamic fighters were told that if they rushed the Americans and made it a close quarters battle where our technology was moot, they could force the Americans to retreat. As a result, a lot of Islamics are standing in hell right now wondering what happened. Americans are as ferocious in close quarters battle as we are lobbing ammo at you from afar.
My first battle, in Tet in 1968 at Hue, Captured Vietnamese enemy were also told that Americans have no guts for close in fighting. My company took 50% casualties, but we and the rest of 2nd battalion /5th Marines took back Hue. Most of my company was under 21. I had just turned nineteen. We lost 216 Marines and a bit over a thousand non-lethal casualties. But we killed over 5,000 PAVN soldiers and likely wounded three times that many. That is why I do not want to see Americans fighting Americans if it can be helped. We are far too fierce as a people to turn upon ourselves. Our one experience of it should teach us a lesson.
Apologies for the silence on the site today. I fell ehind on some urgent chores and had to do some catching up. Things will be returning to normal momentarily. One unfortunate circumstance has become apparent. Unless you are an especial fan of the weeping cherry tree the “Photo of the Day” in the merry, merry month of May may have a few too many photos of this flowerful tree. I seem to have gone a bit overboard. My apologies.
Here’s a quick photo for the update. It’s a photo stack and I learned that shiny things can cause issues for stacking software. Look closely at the edge of the watch and you’ll see some digital schmutze that happens when things get too right.
Anyway, I*’ll get busy trying to be incisive, mordant, relevant, scathing, ironic and droll.